Luyện nghe bài hát Birds Of Afeather

Where she walks no flowers
He's the one I see right
She's the absinthe on my
A splinter in my

But who could do without
And who could do you?

the sea I'm sinking in
He's the ink under my
Sometimes i can't tell i am
Where I off and he begins

Oh a pretty, pretty pair
Yes, we are
All, all the horses
And all of his men
Couldn't tear us

Dancing with a ball and
But it all we still remain
around a flame
Til ashes, ashes we away